All of this is still just imagination. The Wuda tribe has not yet been found, and the Pingshan tribe is not a good place to stay. The tent I'm currently living in is almost buried by snow.
Suppressing his inner scheming, Zhang Qishan led the others to begin clearing the snow.
Inside the tent, dozens of Di soldiers lay sprawled on sheepskin rugs.
To keep warm, the tents were set up low and airtight, making the air inside so stuffy it was suffocating.
Ping Shan returned to the tent after urinating, and immediately frowned at the smell inside.
He kicked the man lying on the ground: "Bavan, have you fed the horses?"
The man he kicked awake didn't even open his eyes. He first reached down and rummaged around between his legs before muttering, "Chief Pingshan, where can we get any more feed for the horses? Tell those Wu Chao pigs to let the horses out as soon as possible!"
They came out to fight, and it's already good enough that they can bring dry rations for men, how could they bring fine feed for horses?
Ping Shan's face darkened, and he kicked the men lying on the ground hard: "Get up, all of you! Unleash the horses! We have to leave today!"
The men who had been kicked were too scared to sleep anymore, so they tied their belts and ran outside.
The others also got up and left, and in the blink of an eye the tent was empty, and even breathing felt much easier.
Ba Wan then sat up, glancing sideways at Ping Shan: "I said you've only been in charge for a few days, and you're already putting on airs every day, even kicking your way to the point of speaking?"
Ping Shan said with a gloomy face, "Now I am the chief of the tribe, so don't bring up past friendships anymore."
Bavan slumped back down unhappily, muttering to himself, "Fine, let's not talk about the past. You don't really think you can get the old man back like this?"
Ping Shan was the old man's second son. Although he was called the headman, he did not receive the real succession.
A month ago, the Wuda army launched a surprise attack on the Dongyue tribe. The old man of the Pingshan tribe happened to be in the Dongyue tribe with his eldest son, discussing business.
Seeing that Wuda's army only numbered a few dozen men but dared to cause trouble, Lao Pingshan and his son volunteered to drive them away. However, in just one encounter, the father and son were knocked off their horses and captured, and their men were also killed or captured, resulting in the complete loss of their forces.
Ping Shan tribe suddenly lost its leader and eldest son, so Ping Shan, the second son, took over the position.
Unlike his eldest son, who was skilled in battle from a young age, the second son was much weaker. He usually managed cattle and sheep in the tribe and knew nothing about fighting.
Without a leader, and amidst the chaos, the Ping Shan tribe heard news of other tribes being annexed by the Wuda army every day, and hastily led the entire tribe to migrate.
They wanted to rely on other vassal tribes of the Dongyue tribe to band together for safety.
The wives of the old man in the tribe also cried all day long, asking him, the new chief, to find a way to redeem them after the tribe was temporarily safe.
Bawan was born to the old man and a maid in the tribe. Although he and Pingshan were brothers, their mother was not a legal wife, so Bawan was an illegitimate child and served as Pingshan's attendant from a young age.
Bawan was quick-witted. He gave Pingshan a suggestion: to lead a raid on Wuda's main camp, capture Lady Wuya, and exchange her for the old man and his elder brother. Perhaps they could also help the Dongyue tribe and find a powerful backer.
They had already learned that in order to gain a foothold in the Mida River Valley and to deal with the Dongyue tribe, the Wuda tribe had sent out all its able-bodied men, leaving behind only the elderly, women, and children.
Moreover, through the words of some refugees who came to him, Ping Shan found a small tribe that had just been subdued and annexed by the Wuda army, and obtained information from a very accurate source.
That small tribe received a mission to deliver grain to the Kara Mountains.
Those grains were spoils of war looted by the Uda army.
Anyone could guess who lived in the Kara Mountains.
All I need to do is find the Karashanchabu Gorge to capture Lady Uya.
Power is addictive, and in just a few days, Ping Shan had already developed a taste for it.
He wasn't very interested in exchanging his old man and elder brother for him, but he was thrilled to hear that it could help the Dongyue tribe get out of its current predicament.
If I perform meritorious service now, I will become the chief of the first tribe of Dongyue when the Dongyue tribe returns to the royal court.
The idea was good, but the fifty elite cavalrymen of the Pingshan tribe were wiped out by the Wuda army when they went to meet the old man.
Of the men remaining in the tribe, after removing some who were herding livestock, only about eighty were selected who could barely fight on the battlefield, including those who were physically strong slave soldiers.
Although there were few of them, they were more than capable of dealing with a group of women who could neither draw a bow nor wield a scimitar.
However, things didn't go as planned. To the dismay of this new chieftain of Pingshan, he was about to reach Kara Mountain when he encountered a blizzard on the way and was stranded for two days.
Fortunately, we just discovered that the snow has lessened, so we can feed the horses and continue our journey.
A commotion broke out outside the tent.
The tribesmen had already driven dozens of hungry horses to the snowfield, digging through knee-deep snow in search of grass to eat.
With no dried cow dung to start a fire and boil water, everyone ate snow and dry rations, preparing to pack up their tents and continue their journey.
Meanwhile, in the Kara Mountain forest, Song Liyun and the other three were also eating.
Skiing is physically demanding, so every hour Song Liyun would have everyone stop to rest, eat some hot beef patties, and drink some hot soup from the thermos to keep their stomachs about 70% full.
After finishing the boiling soup in the wooden bowl in one gulp, Song Dekui wiped the water stains from the corner of his mouth and exhaled white breath, saying, "We've run through most of the mountain. If there were anyone there, they would have seen us by now. Could we have gotten to the wrong place and it's not in Kara Mountain?"
Balin glanced at Lin Qingyuan, his eyes filled with dissatisfaction: This path was chosen by Lin Qingyuan and Miss Song. The divine messenger would not be wrong; if he were, he would only be misled by others.
Lin Qingyuan was unaware that he had been hated and was still seriously examining the hot water bottle in his hand: It had been three hours since he came out of the camp. Even the best hot water bottle should have cooled down in the freezing cold. How come the soup in such a small bottle was still boiling hot?
If we were to make and sell counterfeits... wouldn't that god be angry?
Song Liyun put away her binoculars and fell into deep thought. She had discovered many clues along the way.
However, there were wild animals here, and since she wasn't a native hunter, she couldn't immediately tell whether they were people or beasts.
The four of them were at a loss. It was getting late, and they had to return to the camp immediately. Even if Song Liyun had a spatial ability, she would not want to spend the night in the snow and wind at sub-zero temperatures.
After packing their things, the four of them began to return the way they came.
Just after the figures disappeared, a snowdrift not far away began to move, the movements becoming larger and larger, until the snowdrift collapsed, revealing a snow cave.
Soon a person crawled out from inside.
Its entire body was covered in thick fur, with only its eyes showing.
Even if you hide in a snow cave, or even lie on the snow, you might not be able to find them.
He glanced in the direction Song Liyun and the others had left, then quickly used a tree branch to haphazardly sweep away the snow cave where they had just hidden, covering up the traces, before retreating in another direction.
As they walked, they continued to sweep away their footprints with a twig. Snowflakes drifted down from the sky, quickly obscuring the light, shallow footprints.
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